The Betrayal Within

Chapter Six (Part One)

Song of the Chapter: Who's That Chick by David Guetta ft. Rihanna

Recap (Jasmine's POV):

"Admit it. You really like him."

I sighed and went to her ear. "I really like Francisco."

"See! Wasn't that so hard?"

I hit her in the shoulder and sat back. Well, I'd admitted it to Paulene. But I can't admit it to myself.

The next day...

Jasmine's POV

Friday the 13th.

The unluckiest day of my young life.

For a few years, I had unlucky moments. One time, I became really sick because I'd missed the bus and lost my umbrella. Last year, my neck was so stiff that I had to look at the right of me.

This year, I'm prepared. The forecast said it was supposed to be a chance of rain so I had an umbrella.

Today's Up and Out Day and one of the requirements on the paper that one of the teachers said is to wear something nice.

Meaning that you don't wear like a ratchet person and wear something professional.

People were looking at me on one of the buses that I was in because it was out of the ordinary that some random girl at six am wearing a dress.

I was wearing a medium length black and white dress with black flats. I'd straightened my hair and I only had mascara on. I didn't want to wear heavy makeup on because I don't like makeup like that.

The rain started to pour. Here comes the start of Friday the 13th.

An hour later...

Paulene's POV

Today's the day.

Up and Out Day, which I think is the most stupidest thing ever and Friday the 13th.
Friday the 13th is my lucky day because it's a secret that no one knows.

I was wearing a blue dress with flower designs on it and to see myself being really girly is scary. My hair was wavy and I'd put blue eyeshadow on.

I was walking my regular pace with music on my ears until I decided to call Jasmine to see where she's at. The rain sort of stopped but I had an umbrella inside my bag just in case.

"Hello?"

"Jasmine!" I exclaimed. "Hi!"

"Why are you so happy?" She asked.
"It's Friday the 13th," I answered. "My lucky day."

"Oh yeah. Congratulations?"

"Thank you," I thanked. "Where are you at anyway?"

I saw a bus stopped and I saw Jasmine in a white and black dress.

"Here," she answered. She hangs up the phone and puts one headphone in her ear. "Dude, you look beautiful."

"Thank you. You look amazing."

"Psh, all the guys are going to look at you," she replied. "Hold on, my mom's calling me."

All of the guys are going to look at me? Yeah right. Every guy is going to stare at her.

Francisco is going to stare at her.

Now, they both said that they don't like each other but why do both of them look at each other like lost puppies when they change their outfit or their hair?